I'm thinking about the time that the mom of a former friend of mine called me and asked me for my help. She asked me because I owed her money for something I wasn't able to commit to a few years prior. It's complicated to say the least, but I felt I needed to help so I met her over at her daughter's apartment and we went inside. Her daughter was somewhere else, the apartment was trashed, there was garbage everywhere. We had to go through and clean the entire place up. One thing that was really clear and so obvious, out in the open were the syringe needles all over the place. We had to be extra careful about where we walked or what we picked up. Obviously, who knew what dangers were present in the place. A few times, there were some pretty close calls. But it was another learning experience for me to learn what heroin addicts are like. Where the slippery slope is. Obviously, this person was lost in the addiction and it felt good to help them somewhat.